we feel in the full fury
of each dimension
our essence constantly filling
but when we express
we force it into the planisphere

we can only express in less dimensions than we feel

our essence is brimming
constantly filling
unable to stop the flood
unable to release the valve
we are stuck in the infinite
forever rising forever filling
forever drowning in a sea of colours
forever deafened by velvet sonnets
forever blinded by lilting mosaics

what a world this would be if we could express in all the dimensions we feel
but would we begin to feel in new dimensions?
perpetuating the need for expression

forever falling
in the positive void coefficient